The Beehive

There’s a hint of a beehive

in the air

all that scurrying about

as people throng outdoors

like insects uncertain of their hives.

 

I’m walking away from weasel

words, bureau-speak

joining the office nomads

taking the road to nowhere

 

Honey, hang up your briefcase

and throw off your shoes

time to buzz off

 

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